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Finally! I get to the front of the line to check in for my appointment. I had all my documents and the photos ready to go, all organized in a folder. I produced them all when asked.
“I don’t think these photos will work…”
“OK, so can I just check in, go get new photos and come back at 10:30 for my appointment so I don’t have to wait in that line?”
“No, just go get the photos and come back here”
“…you’ve got to be kidding me”
“I’m afraid not sir”
SONOFABITCH!
So I had to leave the passport office, run to a photo place down the street; of course any place offering passport photos right next to a passport agency is going to cater solely to people in my predicament and is going to charge an arm and a leg. Sure enough, $48 for two pictures. I head back to the agency that now had a line snaking around the inside of the building. After waiting for what seemed like days in this hellhole I finally get to the front of the line. It’s now 11:30. I ‘check in’ for an appointment and am given a number just like every other poor sod in the joint. See it turns out an appointment in this office means exactly jack sh*t. I’ve been here for three hours and have nothing to show for my efforts but a couple of glossy 2x2 headshots.
Finally i get to the window, hand them all my documents and am told to return at 2:00pm to pick up my passport. I do touristy stuff for a couple hours and took some decent pics before returning to the office. I got there early (which really pissed them off, but i don't give a damn) and they were handing out a batch of passports. Approximately 1/5 passports that they hand out in this particular batch have some problem. Either a name is spelt wrong, it has the wrong addy etc. I was quite worried but when i finally picked mine up it was flawless. It was a big feeling of relief having that document in my hand. I flew home that night to spend less than 24 hours at home before leaving for rome.
“I don’t think these photos will work…”
“OK, so can I just check in, go get new photos and come back at 10:30 for my appointment so I don’t have to wait in that line?”
“No, just go get the photos and come back here”
“…you’ve got to be kidding me”
“I’m afraid not sir”
SONOFABITCH!
So I had to leave the passport office, run to a photo place down the street; of course any place offering passport photos right next to a passport agency is going to cater solely to people in my predicament and is going to charge an arm and a leg. Sure enough, $48 for two pictures. I head back to the agency that now had a line snaking around the inside of the building. After waiting for what seemed like days in this hellhole I finally get to the front of the line. It’s now 11:30. I ‘check in’ for an appointment and am given a number just like every other poor sod in the joint. See it turns out an appointment in this office means exactly jack sh*t. I’ve been here for three hours and have nothing to show for my efforts but a couple of glossy 2x2 headshots.
Finally i get to the window, hand them all my documents and am told to return at 2:00pm to pick up my passport. I do touristy stuff for a couple hours and took some decent pics before returning to the office. I got there early (which really pissed them off, but i don't give a damn) and they were handing out a batch of passports. Approximately 1/5 passports that they hand out in this particular batch have some problem. Either a name is spelt wrong, it has the wrong addy etc. I was quite worried but when i finally picked mine up it was flawless. It was a big feeling of relief having that document in my hand. I flew home that night to spend less than 24 hours at home before leaving for rome.